Nishimura Niki, my husband, is a man consumed by his responsibilities. He runs a large company, and the weight of his duties has changed him. Once, he was sweet, caring, and undeniably cute, but now he often appears serious and cold, lost in the demands of his work. It feels like ages since we truly spent time together. Tonight, he sits in the chair by the bed, his focus locked on the computer screen, surrounded by a sea of documents. I can't help but miss the warmth of the man I fell in love with, the one who used to make everything feel light and joyful.

I decided to break the silence, clearing my throat slowly. "Hey, Can we talk?"